Rachel was busily getting ready for the day ahead of her, but had become distracted dancing to the radio in the upstairs bathroom. Ever since they had come back to Lima, she had been much happier. Sure, New York was where the opportunities were going to be, but Lima would always be her home. And sometimes she wondered if New York just wasn’t for her anymore. As much as she hated to say it, New York just wasn’t making her happy anymore. She needed a new direction, and as she sung to the latest pop hit on the radio, she couldn’t help but love the feeling of being so carefree.
She heard Sam’s voice from down the hall, shaking her out of her daydream and back to reality. “In here, Sam! I’m almost done with my hair and then I’ll be ready!” She continued to sing along to the radio, looking in the mirror at her final appearance as she wrapped the last piece of hair around the curling iron. “Where were you thinking of going?” She shouted again, waiting for Sam to get to the bathroom.
Sam grinned a little as he heard his fiance’s voice call back out to him. He figured she was getting ready and he needed to get ready for the day he had planned. But, he didn’t want to throw his plans in her face by dressing up in some suit, so, Sam kept is casual: jeans, t-shirt, slightly messy hair. He didn’t dress for the occasion, but it was all apart of his plan. He knew Rachel would appreciate it either way and that’s all that mattered to Sam despite the fact that this was the third time he was proposing. Everything was different now because he had the ring.
He followed her voice into the bathroom, grinned a little wider at the sight of her. The blonde moved behind his fiance and wrapped arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, kissing her neck gently, “I was thinking…it’s a surprise?” He replied, chuckling lightly in his throat. “It’s gonna be great. I have at least half the day planned out for us. Actually, just our morning, but still. It’s going to be a big part of our day, I promise.” Sam reassured Rachel before kissing her shoulder as he stood taller, resting his hands on her hips. “You look beautiful.”
Sam had procrastinated long enough these passed few months. It was time. They had been in Lima for the longest time and just to support Finn and Santana since the start of the birth of their baby boy. As intrigued as Sam was to become a Godfather, he was even more intrigued to become a husband. He kept the ring he had found and bought for Rachel hidden and kept hidden from her well. But, now was the time. He wanted to get married. He wanted to get properly engaged and that moment he proposed to Rachel with ring pops and later the promise ring, he promised he’d do it all over again, but with a real ring and that’s what he wanted to do.
Maybe getting proposed to a third time by the same man and saying yes to the first two, Sam though this routine was getting a little old, but the only thing that stayed the same about the previous proposals, was Rachel still wound up with some sort of ring. He determined to make this moment really count for them and make it something most memorable. So, the blonde man dug through his bag and pulled out the small box and slipped it into his pocket, “Babe?” He called out as he walked out of Rachel’s old bedroom and along the upstairs floor, “Are you dressed? I thought we could go somewhere today.” the man bit his lip as he waited for her to reply.
Rachel was excited to listen to Sam play guitar for her. It was something he used to do quite often in New York, and now they were back in Lima for who knows how long, it was something Rachel guessed they never really got time to do. Rachel was in the bathroom finishing straightening her hair when she heard Sam call from her bedroom. A smile grew on her face, and she checked herself in the mirror once more before returning to her bedroom.
She sat next to Sam on her bed and bit her lip. Sam holding a guitar in his hands looked so right, so natural for him. Rachel listened as he first played a couple chords, and then looked to her. She smiled brightly, nodding at Sam to tell him he could start. Rachel looked like an over-excited ten year old, she was so excited.
Sam sat himself down on her bed and smiled toward Rachel once she walked out of the bathroom and sat next to him. Turning his head a little, he leaned over and placed a kiss on his fiance’s cheek before sitting straight, fixing his guitar. As Rachel gave her nod for him to go, Sam nodded to himself and began to strum the chords to the song. before he began to sing, “I wish I could do better by you ‘cause that’s what you deserve. You sacrifice so much of your life in order for this to work.” he nodded to himself a little as he swayed gently, lifting his head up to Rachel, “While I’m off chasing my own dreams, sailing around the word, please know that I’m yours to keep, my beautiful girl. When you cry, a piece of my heart dies knowing that I may have been the cause. If you were to leave, fulfill someone else’s dreams, I think I might totally be lost.” Sam looked back down to his guitar as he focused on the finger work of the notes, “You don’t ask for no diamond rings, no delicate string of pearls. That’s why I wrote this song to sing, my beautiful girl.”
Sam turned his attention back to Rachel as he smiled widely, singing the “ooh’s” in the song before he picked up the tempo to sing the second half of the song. Repeating the same lyrics from the first half of the song, he continued to nod, shifting his attention from his finger work on the guitar, to his fiance, making sure he didn’t miss a note or a lyric, keeping up with the tempo. “But don’t ask for no diamond rings, no delicate string of pearls,” he echoed himself after each line quickly before looking back to Rachel, “That’s why I wrote this song to sing, my beautiful girl.” Sam held the note on the last ‘girl’ before he let it go and slowed down the strumming until the song ended.
Grabbing his guitar, Sam placed it under his arm as he placed his guitar pick between his teeth. The song he had just learned, he learned especially for Rachel. It was a City And Colour song, but he felt it fit how he felt toward Rachel for the most part, or at least a little. He hadn’t sung to his fiance in what felt like forever. It had only been a couple months; it had been since before he left off for New York. He knew how much Rachel loved communicating through song, so he figured this would be the best bet.
"Babe," he called out as he played a few chords on the guitar, making sure it was tuned, "are you ready?" he smiled as he walked into Rachel’s old bedroom, looking around for a moment. His smile grew wider as the memory of them painting her room together seeped in. Sighing softly, Sam waited for Rachel to give him the go to start playing for her.
Play it for me?
Anything for you, princess.
Totally just learned a new song on my guitar.